We have not yet met the outposts of love
We’re in those between days
sorta kinda sixty old
but not cataract crippled mind blank ninety old.
So in this interim
even though we still behave like toddlers
whining and crying for our own way sometimes,
I still love the shuffle of your slippers slapping
through the house,
your loud conversations on speaker phone with
god knows who,
the reheating of the tea kettle till it burns itself out.
Those are signs of you Here.
You always say good morning, hello, goodbye,
please and thank you,
You call me when it doesn’t seem necessary,
but all of these things make a life.
If they’re ever gone from me I want to at least know
that I noticed it all, was grateful for it all, and
recognized it for the beauty I could so easily overlook,
that I experienced and kissed to my heart, every day.
Kim lives in Maine, which is lovely, and where she continues her enthusiastic relationship with Art, Music, Nature, Books, Animals, Humor and Trees.